A Habit

There is no adulthood,
There's on the one hand
A habit others wouldn't expose,
And on the other hand
A costume one wouldn't remove.

by Marcel Aouizerate

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Sweet sentiments on what love does for us Scentless Apprentice. You need to use a spell checker on your work though! If we are gonna read and comment, we deserve your best effort. Smiling at you, so glad love found you not wanting...Tai